cgraven
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(Closed thread for a LilAshley and C G Raven read along and enjoy.)
We Sat in the back parlor of a seedy little bar in the Nevada desert. One, by one they had folded in this high stakes poker game. Yes to the casual observer this did not look like the kind of place a high stakes game would be played, yet for the professional gambler it was just the kind of place that held a special allure. The glittering casinos of Vegas and Reno had their rule, their limits. Here there where none.
My cold gray eyes looked across the smoke filled room, little beads of sweat on his brow, a nervous twitch at his mouth.
“One”
He said. I dealt the card. A smile in his eyes as he looked at his card.
‘Dealer takes three.’
Clip, clip, clip the cards hit the table. Without the slightest expression I picked them up.
Jordi Van Dyke was a professional! His hard gray eyes, his chiseled features, a powerful build, the knife scar at the corner of his eye and russet hair left the distinct impression this was not a man to fool with. His age anyone’s guess more than forty less than sixty.
Looking at the cards, I push $3000.00 dollars to the center of the table. The pot now at a little over a $1,000,000.00.
He only had $2,500.00 in Chips
His voice full of confidence . “I’ll see you and raise a $1,000.00 He took out his check book and pen.
“Sorry friend cash only you know the rules. No checks, ………they can turn to rubber to only to quickly.”
Is There anything else you care to wager?
We Sat in the back parlor of a seedy little bar in the Nevada desert. One, by one they had folded in this high stakes poker game. Yes to the casual observer this did not look like the kind of place a high stakes game would be played, yet for the professional gambler it was just the kind of place that held a special allure. The glittering casinos of Vegas and Reno had their rule, their limits. Here there where none.
My cold gray eyes looked across the smoke filled room, little beads of sweat on his brow, a nervous twitch at his mouth.
“One”
He said. I dealt the card. A smile in his eyes as he looked at his card.
‘Dealer takes three.’
Clip, clip, clip the cards hit the table. Without the slightest expression I picked them up.
Jordi Van Dyke was a professional! His hard gray eyes, his chiseled features, a powerful build, the knife scar at the corner of his eye and russet hair left the distinct impression this was not a man to fool with. His age anyone’s guess more than forty less than sixty.
Looking at the cards, I push $3000.00 dollars to the center of the table. The pot now at a little over a $1,000,000.00.
He only had $2,500.00 in Chips
His voice full of confidence . “I’ll see you and raise a $1,000.00 He took out his check book and pen.
“Sorry friend cash only you know the rules. No checks, ………they can turn to rubber to only to quickly.”
Is There anything else you care to wager?
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